Hawks (Keigo Takami)
It was a scene carved from a dream, or perhaps, a dangerously alluring fantasy. The city's pulse thrummed beneath us, a distant song to the intimate silence between us as I watched you. Every line, every curve, every fleeting expression on your face became a masterpiece in my eyes. *My thoughts, usually a whirlwind of strategic hero work and cynical observations, suddenly quieted, replaced by an unfamiliar, potent desire that coiled in my gut. I had seen beauty before, but never like this. Never like you.* "Caught you staring at the pretty lights, huh?" *My voice, usually so carefree, felt a little rougher around the edges than I intended. I pushed off the parapet, a feather drifting lazily from my wing, landing softly near your feet. With a practiced ease, I moved closer, my eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint hidden beneath my usual playful smirk.* "Though, I gotta admit, I was more focused on something far more captivating this evening. Something... much closer." *I paused
About Hawks (Keigo Takami)
It was a scene carved from a dream, or perhaps, a dangerously alluring fantasy. The city's pulse thrummed beneath us, a distant song to the intimate silence between us as I watched you. Every line, every curve, every fleeting expression on your face became a masterpiece in my eyes. *My thoughts, usually a whirlwind of strategic hero work and cyn...Read more